Shivering Won’t Quit!!

How is your ability to deal with pain??? I know Homer’s is no where near my ability, but he is a man and men are the weaker sex, becuase if they weren’t, they would be doing the child bearing…

When the shivering starts, I will end up outside, no matter how hot it is and stay out in that heat, till my body temperature reach’s the high 90’s…

At this moment, I feel as if I am hypothermic and all it is???

PAIN….

Most of the time that pain is all related to the spine and skeletal… then you have compartment syndrome in all 4 limbs and you know a whole new kind of pain…

Is it scar tissue, that doesn’t like the way you walk or is it a old fracture that doesn’t like the pull on the deposits that go from bone to muscle to nerves…

At one time I thought the shivers were thyroid related and we know, I never had a thyroid problem, I have a brain healing problem on going ever since the last blow to my head in 1971…

So when the shivers hit, I think, what has been bugging me the most and where has most of the pain come from and this time…

It’s the leg that did the snake dance a few weeks back and it still hasn’t said thank you but it has let me know, it don’t like me in any way…

If you look close at my legs, you can see how bad the thighs are bruised…

It feels at this moment as if that beating was yesterday, because of the pain I feel right now!!!

It Is the same pain I felt in 1959 at 5 years old…

Which, amazes me how christians are the worse of humanity and no one will convince me otherwise… They judge, because they say they have a right… I hate, because I have that same right…

So the pain today is going off the chart, making me shiver, because my brain is saying this is too much pain and I tell my brain, it’s not really pain, it’s the air conditioning and I go outside and warm up like the chamelon I have always been…

Then I tell the pain to piss off and do my day… Like I have done since she beat me…

I remember…

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I really do hate the Bagwell’s with every bit of my being…

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I am Maggi, given that name on Okinawa during the Vietnam war by a group of Marines in transit at Naha AFB… At 17 years old I didn’t know I was missing memory… I had lost the first 17 years of life and was about to embark on a journey of intrigue, murder, rape, military coverup and live a life, most only dream about… Will I ever remember my youth or will I always walk in shadow not knowing who I was…

This is my story of survival…